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He stopped, his hand cupping my arse to gently knead my abused flesh.
"Still with me, Little Red?"
Pants were my only answer.
"Here, baby. Let me make it better."
With one hand still anchoring me to the table, his other slid from my arse down to collect the arousal at the juncture of my thighs.
“You’re soaked, baby. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
With a cheek pressed to the wood, I nodded. My eyes remained closed, my concentration centred on his teasing hand.
Pope leaned over me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder before he whispered in my ear, "Time to play."
With rough, blunt fingers, he found my clit and began to circle the sensitive nub.
"Tell me what you need, pretty girl. Tell me what you want. Let me hear it."
"Soft," I whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation. "And higher. Over—no—yes, that's—"
A groan ripped from my throat, loud in the silence.
"You look so good spread for me, Little Red. Anyone could stumble this way."
I moaned, shocked to find myself turned on by his nasty words.
"Oh, you like that?" His fingers danced, my pleasure beginning to spiral. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you need."
The words hovered on the tip of my tongue—a dark fantasy I had no right to confess.
He withdrew his fingers, slapping his hand across my arse before returning to my clit.
"Tell me."
"No condom," I admitted, my breath catching. "I want you—someone—anyone—to come in me. I wanna be filled with it. I want it dripping down my legs. I want—"
My admission seemed to snap what little control Pope had retained. With bruising force, he twisted my head to cover my mouth with his. This was no mere kiss—his mouth fucked mine as his fingers—his wonderful, talented, decadent fingers—strummed me to a roaring orgasm. I bucked, riding my climax as he swallowed my screams. Pope groaned into my mouth, his hand soaked by my arousal.
Limp and panting, I clutched at the wooden slats of the table top as if they were a lifeboat and I adrift at sea.
With a shuddering breath, I pushed myself up and turned around, forcing energy into limbs that wanted to remain limp with pleasure.
Brushing red curls from my face, I glanced up at the man who had rocked my world.
"Um, thanks?"
He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Thanks? That's all I get?"
I tilted my head to one side. "What did you expect?"
His grin was pure evil. "To come."
CHAPTER FOUR
Pope gripped my poor abused arse as he boosted me up. Of their own volition, my arms and legs wrapped around him, holding on as he pressed his rigid cock between my legs.
Reaching behind me, he dragged his sleeping bag across the table, dropping me on it to lay me out like a feast.
